I Write Poetry

I wandered the snow filled village that midnight in December.. I look at my reflection in the frozen lake and still remember the deception.

The stars shine bright, the Moon is full, my girl with black vibrant hair and deep green eyes is beautiful. Fireflies twirling around the lantern lights.

Happiness, bliss and the illusion.. Who cares but once the sinister suspicions taint the mind the cold stares kill the magic

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